Sadness Poems (1,687)

Lonely doesn't sleep not even late in the night
Lonely doesn't talk but keeps you awake with the sound of quiet
Lonely is not my friend not my enemy
It's just a reminder I need some company

If lonely were a letter it would be addressed to me
And written between the lines so plain to see
This is just a reminder sent to you for free
Listen to the quiet and turn out the light it's a quarter after 3

I will put the letter under my pillow
Sure as a remedy and dream of weeping willows
Soon they will be blowing in the wind like a symphony
Lonely is not my friend said the weeping willow tree

I once had the potential to be superman
When I was young when I was young
Fast came the kryptonite of time and then
I got stung I got stung

My hair turned gray and fell away
Tired and forgetful became everyday
Once I was I but now I'm me
Tomorrow is here and no longer waits you see

Why run so fast to cross a hill
There is no place where all stands still
You make no search but yet you find
And suddenly you meet the kryptonite of time

For those of you that are not here
At this very special time of year
You’re in our thoughts we hope you know
And in our hearts with this we show
All our love we send to you
And know you feel the same way too
Forever in our memories will be
Those that have gone from our family

Darkness descends
This time has changed
To walk beside the shadows
As a voice like silk washes over me

And he is free
It says
As I bow my head
And in contemplation drift soulessly

I am not without reservation
I heard what was said
He will live endlessly

But I remember the indecision
I remember feeling like glass
As he closed his eyes - I was thinking
How long had he been holding my hand

And it was over
Long before time could prepare us
This darkness descends
So inappropriately

Once falling
And then biting our hands
Grabbing at innocense
Amorphous to the dance

Of common sense
Or the gifts of survival, as
We shrink silently
Like children, move quietly

Away

But I remember the confrontation
I remember lying awake
When I knew he was gone - I was feeling
That we had both been betrayed

I am not without admiration
I believe the timing was more than just circumstance
That there is something worth keeping
By what remains

Little brown face with 'look' in his eyes,
Sticky complection all covered in flies
Raggy clothese and dusty feet
Baggy shorts with a hole in the seat

Little boy hasn't a chance
Tells his story in one glance.
Why should I have all I need?
When wasted food this one could feed

Its not enough to be aware
Or else in comfort stand and stare
Could we spare a little wealth?
To give him clothes, food and health?

Helping now we'll win the war
In the eyes of the child that I saw.....

Peter Dronfield Zambia 29th June 1980.

Who, In thy dreaded absence that I fear
will care enough? to dry my sorrowed tear,
Who! will free me from the dark hour'd night
with love, to speed my darkness into flight,
annulling loathsome melancholy,replace bright,
the absent colours,to my once inner sight,
Who! will torch the candle of life's day,
when fate deemed you, from me so fast away,
Who! when velvet clouds no longer kiss the moon,
as darkness upon this earthly light, consume
the short filled days of nature's special bloom,
that shone in May but saw not June,
Who! when impatient time, no longer waits
for the flower that came; but stayed not late,
Who! shall free the heart of anguished sighs,
of sullen silence and brave smiles that cry,
Who! will reveal the tenderness of knowing why,
when searching lofty vapours, with yearning eye
of absent hope, that pains the hours of sleep,
reflecting tears of love, those sad eyes to keep,
Now alas! from ageless time, love's bounty will
fire the days to which we clung
and sing the song that once we sung.

There are bars on my window
That mars my view of the park
The trees don’t talk, or listen
Like me, they just are
At times of high winds they whisper
Each one its own orchestral aria
Sometimes soft
And then with crescendos
Like passages from Holst’s Mars
But mostly as soft sad laments
Yet now stillness reigns
Somehow seeming a motion
That defies movement
Empty swings plead for children
As if they have an understanding
Of solitude and loneliness
A passing stray cat stops
And stares
With a look of apprehension
In eyes as dark as its fur
Its coat blacker than its shadow
For a fleeting second
We look into each others eyes
Then it quickly scurries away
Maybe it could perceive
The bars that imprison my soul

Today I cried
I've really tried
You won't seek help
You're drowning
Pulling me down with you
I don't want to die
I'm finally starting to feel alive
What did you think
I would do
When you told me
you continue to hurt you
I want to run and hide
I'm scared if I leave you
You will die
How do I get through to you
God knows I've tried
I made you my guy
Seems like all I do is cry
And you won't even try
My heart is breaking everyday
I no longer know what to say
All I can do is pray .

What Does it Take?


I grew up in the violence
of apartheid . Do I want
to go back? Even now,
my significant objects
here in my treehouse
flat with a balcony,
relieved to feel each
angry mile of history
disintegrate, one memory
raps its knuckles
on my heart’s door.
Late one night
the door bell rang
at my cousin’s house.
The woman who worked
for my grandmother
stood bleeding before us,
deep cuts on her cheeks,
slashed with a broken bottle.
My uncle sent her away,
to the servant’s entrance.
Shut the door on her
split and bloody face.
That day I began
to pack my invisible bags,
pictured the water and sky
I would cross to leave this,
knowing wounds heal
but asking what does it take
for the soul to recover?

I'M SUFFERING, A HORRIBLE DEATH WITHOUT YOU! I KNOW YOU'D SAY; DADDY; DON'T CRY, CAUSE I'M, SUFFERING TOO! JASMINE; I BOUGHT ALL THE CANS, AND TREATS, THAT YOU LOVE! I WISH THAT, ONCE IN AWHILE, YOU COULD COME DOWN, FROM ABOVE; THEN WE CAN TALK AND LAUGH TOGETHER; CAUSE EVERY DAY; THAT'S ALL, I'M THINKING OF! FOURTEEN YEARS, I CANNOT SHAKE; SO PLEASE, DO SOMETHING, AND APPEAR; FOR HEAVEN'S SAKE! WE'LL GET THAT BEAUTIFUL FARM, ONEDAY; THEN YOU, AND ALL THE OTHERS, CAN IMMERSE YOURSELVES; IN EVERLASTING PLAY!